Occupation: Novelist Birth: August 31, 1866 Death: February 9, 1941
She belongs to the winter that is past, to the darkness that is over, and has no part or lot in the life I shall lead for the next six months. Oh, I ….
On wet days I will go into the thickest parts of the forest, where the pine needles are everlastingly dry, and when the sun shines I'll lie on the he….
When I got to the library I came to a standstill, - ah, the dear room, what happy times I have spent in it rummaging amongst the books, making plans ….
I want to be as idle as I can, so that my soul may have time to grow..